Investigated or Ignored?

 A new report by Harmit Athwal and Dr Jon Burnett of the Institute of Race Relations, analyses the criminal justice system's response to the deaths of the 93 people who've lost their lives in racially motivated attacks in the UK since Stephen Lawrence's murder.

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Kelso Cochrane in the Oxford Dictionary of National Biography


Kelso Cochrane has been added to the updated ODNB, which details the lives of men and women who shaped British history from the 13th to the 21st centuries:

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White Riot: The week Notting Hill exploded

With Carnival looming, here's an old article on how its 1959 forerunner was founded from the embers of racial violence by the Trinidadian activist Claudia Jones.

August 29, 2008, The Independent

As darkness fell and the Notting Hill Carnival drew to a close last Monday, Europe's largest street party descended into mayhem. For more than two hours a mob of around 40 young men fought running battles with police on the streets of west London. The roots of the violence may have been different, but the images of flying bricks and bottles, of broken glass and other debris, evoked memories of 50 years ago.

Back in August 1958, Notting Hill had been seething with violence all summer. Then, the west London neighbourhood was a place of grimy streets and decrepit, overcrowded tenements, a far cry from the chi-chi neighbourhood it is today. The Saturday before the area finally exploded, nine white youths had embarked on what one of them called a "nigger hunting expedition" around Notting Hill. They were armed with iron bars, blocks of wood, an air pistol and a knife. By the time they'd finished, five black men were in hospital, three in a grave condition...

Continues here:


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Wild West

It's said that to understand one feud in Notting Dale, you have to know about the ten feuds before it. This is born out by the trail of violence that ended in the death of 21-year-old Billy Smith: shot in his back as he ran towards his aunt's house in Latimer Road, W10, on May 9, 1960.

Many of those interviewed by the police about Kelso's murder a year before were also questioned about Billy Smith 's death, and the links between the cases are explored in Murder in Notting Hill.

Billy's unofficial stepfather, Bill Cousins (below) was among those swept up in the violence that night. His name raises a smile among those still around to remember him.


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A triumph for Investigative Journalism

The Sunday Times and its intrepid reporter Michael Gillard recently won an epic libel battle against the major East End criminal David Hunt. The paper's July 7 leader put the victory in context:


The death last month of that fine actor James Gandolfini brought into play yet again the myth that organised crime has a romantic face - that it is not an obscenely profitable blight on society but consists of ageing bruisers who are a danger only to themselves and each other. Mr Gandolfini's Tony Soprano bears some resemblance to David Hunt, who this newspaper unmasked as a powerful and feared criminal. He sued us for libel, but our verdict on his character was upheld last week. Like Mr Soprano, Mr Hunt lives in luxury and cares about his family. Unlike Mr Soprano, he has no need for drink, drugs or psychiatry to alleviate the stress of criminality. As a former associate put it: "He just created so much fear because he would do all his villainy sober."

Nor has he confined his violence to other criminals. Peter Wilson, a courageous reporter, told the libel trial that when he had the temerity to ask Mr Hunt about his alleged involvement in a double murder, "the speed and aggression of Mr Hunt was something that was quite bewildering ... He grabbed me by the lapels. He whacked me with his head straight into my orbit [eye socket], shook me round like a rag doll, swore at me and dropped me." When the libel trial began, the bodyguards protecting our witnesses withdrew after one day. Another renowned security firm refused to step into the breach. Such is the fear that Mr Hunt's name engenders.

Yet when seven years ago another courageous man, Detective Chief Inspector David McKelvey, set out to find evidence that would bring Mr Hunt to justice, he was warned off by his superiors. The target was "too dangerous", the detective was told, pursuing him would tie up resources, organised crime was not a policing priority in Newham, the east London borough that was Mr Hunt's centre of operations, street crime was more important. When the chief inspector persisted - having argued that "Hunt has evaded justice over many years by corrupting police and the judicial system" - his career in the force was destroyed.

Mr Hunt, in the judgment of Mr Justice Simon who tried his libel complaint, has been involved in fraud, prostitution, money laundering and "extreme violence". Previously confidential documents produced at the trial revealed that the police and other crime fighting agencies have been well aware of his activities for many years. Yet it has taken extremely brave witnesses, including a persistent investigative reporter, Michael Gillard, to bring these facts before the public.

It has been a high stakes legal battle. This newspaper has needed deep pockets to fill the vacuum left by those who should have taken on Mr Hunt long ago. We have not shied from the task, just as in the past we took on the distributors of thalidomide and the quartermaster general of the Provisional IRA. It is now time for others to take action.

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Notting Hill Horrible History – Sir Oswald Mosley: The North Kensington Leader

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May 7, 2013, 5.30 - 7.30pm, North Kensington Library.

Cathi Unsworth, author of Bad Penny Blues, Tom Vague of the Community History Project, and I will be discussing Oswald Mosley's last-ditch effort to revive his political career in Notting Hill in 1959, the year of Kelso Cochrane's murder.

The event is free but booking is required. To reserve a place, visit North Kensington Library in person, or call Kensington and Chelsea libraries on 020 7361 3010.

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RIP Professor John Makumbe

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Photo: Monty Strikes, Harare, 2007

It's a far cry from Notting Hill, but the death of a remarkable man in Zimbabwe this week couldn't pass without comment. I was privileged to have met John Makumbe, aka the White Man from Buhera, and honoured to write an obituary for him:

Professor John Makumbe, who has died aged 63, overcame the stigma of albinism to become a fearless critic of Robert Mugabe and a key figure in Zimbabwe’s civil society.

5:31PM GMT 29 Jan 2013


In May 2003 Zimbabwean police broke up a peaceful meeting of civic and religious leaders at a church in a Harare suburb, beating and arresting those present. One of them was the political science lecturer John Makumbe, who arrived late and was detained as he entered the building.

After three days in jail he was released, and the following morning attended a press conference. “Look at my face” he said cheerfully. It was bruised, battered and swollen. “I am a rainbow nation all in one. Black, white, yellow, red, purple. It is all here.” The response was typical of a man who could find pithy humour in the most trying circumstances.

Throughout Zimbabwe’s long fall into political turmoil, Makumbe remained one of President Mugabe’s and the ruling Zanu-PF party’s most eloquent and implacable foes. He was chairman of the local chapter of the anti-corruption organisation Transparency International and a founder of both the Crisis in Zimbabwe Coalition and the National Constitutional Assembly, bodies campaigning for democracy and human rights in a land where they were vanishing fast.

Once, briefing a group of Peers during a visit to London, he invited them to visit Zimbabwe to see the situation for themselves. “Won’t we be arrested or deported?” asked one of them. That was the point, Makumbe responded. Despite the risk to his own safety, he never sought sanctuary abroad. “I am a Zimbabwean,” he said. “This is my home. This is where my family is. If I leave, there are still 12 million people here. What about them?”

John Mudiwa Washe Makumbe was born on May 6 1949 in rural Buhera, 140 miles south-east of Salisbury (now Harare), Southern Rhodesia. Seeing that he was an albino, the midwife tried to throttle him at birth, assuming, he later explained, that because of his pale skin his mother must have been having an affair with a white missionary.

Fortunately, his parents were free of the widespread prejudice that albinos were cursed and their condition infectious, and instilled in him the belief that — despite facing a life of being shunned — being an albino should never hold him back. “I had a tough time growing up,” he told an interviewer. “I was insulted, harassed and tortured by my peers at school and during play. But I fought back. When I became a Christian in 1969 I began to forgive all those who tormented me because of my God-given condition.”

When his future wife Virginia accepted his marriage proposal, her mother was initially so distressed that she threatened suicide, and approved of the marriage only after a year. But before she died, she told her son-in-law she was happy she had relented as he was such a valued member of the family. In 1996 Makumbe founded the Zimbabwe Albino Association (ZIMAS), which helped dispel the myths surrounding the condition in Zimbabwe.

By then, following time spent studying in Botswana, Birmingham and Tasmania (the last on a Commonwealth Scholarship), Makumbe was a well-established academic at the University of Zimbabwe and the author of numerous papers on governance and democracy. His initial hopes for Zanu-PF following Independence in 1980 had long been dashed, and he was an early dissenting voice against the regime, working with Margaret Dongo, a former guerrilla and Zanu-PF MP who ended up challenging the Mugabe government.

No matter how sensitive or controversial the story, Makumbe was never afraid to be quoted, but that was not enough for some. Two American television crews told Andrew Meldrum, a journalist then based in Harare, that Makumbe was too unattractive to appear on screen. “Can’t you find somebody else who says the same things but is not so visually challenging for our viewers?” a correspondent asked the shocked Meldrum.

Last November Makumbe announced that he was taking a sabbatical from teaching to stand as a candidate in his home district of Buhera West for the Movement for Democratic Change (MDC) in this year’s parliamentary elections, and was working for the party as a constitutional adviser. “There are various ways of emancipating Zimbabwe from the tyrannical system of government we have endured under Zanu-PF,” he told an interviewer. “You can either make noise from your white castle or you can put on your boots and overalls and fight for the emancipation of the country.”

He is survived by his wife and their three children.

John Makumbe, born May 6 1949, died January 27 2013

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Remembering Johnny Edge

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Johnny's message to his friends on his 76th birthday

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Keeler's ex-lover, he fired the shots that set off the Profumo affair

On a clear December morning in 1962, Johnny Edgecombe, who has died aged 77, fired six shots at the central London mews flat where his ex-lover Christine Keeler was staying. In doing so, he set off a chain of events that altered not just his life, but British history. The resulting Profumo affair heralded the fall of Harold Macmillan's Tory government, and with it a substantial erosion of the deference shown to the upper classes.

Edgecombe, a smalltime hustler and jazz promoter from Antigua, met the 20-year-old Keeler through a mutual friend in September 1962. They soon became lovers. Keeler had already had affairs with the war secretary, John Profumo, and the Russian naval attache and spy Yevgeny Ivanov, whom she had met through her mentor, the society osteopath Stephen Ward. She had recently also had an entanglement with another West Indian, Lucky Gordon, but was on the run from him after he had briefly held her captive. She enlisted Edgecombe for protection, and gave him a Luger pistol that she had acquired for the purpose.

When Edgecombe showed up in a taxi at Ward's flat at 17 Wimpole Mews in Marylebone, she refused to see him and threw a £1 note out of the window for the cab fare. After failing to shoulder-charge the door open, he fired five shots at the lock and a sixth at the wall above. Keeler told the police investigating the shooting about Profumo and Ivanov, and rumours were soon swirling among MPs and the press.

These intensified when she fled to Spain to avoid giving evidence at Edgecombe's Old Bailey trial, and on 15 March 1963 he was sentenced to seven years' imprisonment for possessing a firearm with intent to endanger life.

A week later Profumo denied in parliament any "impropriety whatever" in his relations with Keeler, but on 5 June he admitted lying and resigned. As the press revelled in wild tales of high-society scandal and political cover-ups, Edgecombe started serving a sentence that he always viewed as unjust. The idea of a black man sleeping with a white woman who was also sleeping with a government minister was too much for the times, he maintained.

Edgecombe was born the last of eight children to a seafaring family in St John's, Antigua. His father, who owned a two-mast schooner and had a woman in every port, would take him on his trips transporting gasoline to Trinidad, leaving him in a bar while he conducted his business. Johnny's sole ambition was to be a sailor like his dad, and when the latter disappeared to New York, he stowed away on a ship to try to join him, getting caught en route and locked up in the county jail in Galveston, Texas.

In 1949 Edgecombe arrived in Liverpool, carrying his belongings in a paper bag. He ended up in Tiger Bay, Cardiff, shooting craps on the street corner, mixing with hustlers and hookers. Moving to London, he survived by legal and illegal means: posing as an African prince in an expensive jewellers while his accomplices attempted to steal rings (he got caught, receiving three months in a young person's prison), operating a shebeen in a Notting Hill property owned by the slum landlord Peter Rachman, and driving stars such as Count Basie around in his "jazz mobile".

After he was released from prison for the shooting, he became a successful jazz promoter, running a club called Edges, and later worked as a television and film extra.

The Profumo affair shadowed him – as it did all the main protagonists – for the rest of his life, and he was unhappy with his portrayal in the 1989 film Scandal. In 2002 he wrote his own account of the affair, Black Scandal, and at the time of his death was trying to interest publishers in a fictionalised version of his hustling days, entitled Calypso Train.

After being diagnosed with lung cancer earlier this year, Edgecombe added another catchphrase to his already long list: "I want to get high till I die." In early August, he dragged himself from his hospital bed for a party in his honour, held by family and friends at a London pub. As the jazz ensemble played, he knocked back the Guinness, and he stayed till the end. The diversity in age, race and class of those present mirrored another of his mottoes: "I am not a black man. I am a man who is black."

He is survived by his daughters, Camilla and Yasmin from his former wife Vibeke Filtenborg, and Melody, from his former partner Jane Jones.

• John Arthur Alexander Edgecombe, jazz promoter, born 22 October 1932; died 26 September 2010

Mark Olden
The Guardian, Thursday 30 September 2010 18.23 BST

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Ghosts of Notting Hill

Day by day and inch by inch, the old North Kensington disappears. On the Wornington Green estate, a couple of hundred yards from where Kelso Cochrane was murdered, the bulldozers and workmen have moved in. According to Catalyst Housing, the company behind the redevelopment:

"The next 8 years will see remarkable change at Wornington Green and the surrounding area with the build of the new development and new street patterning [sic]... An options appraisal carried out between 2001 and 2005 found that regeneration was the best way to address problems on the estate including high levels of both overcrowding and underoccupancy."

One local resident, Clare Slaney, makes an impassioned case - unlike Catalyst in plain, jargon-free English - against the transformation of her neighbourhood:

"For several years now, residents of the Wornington Green estate up the north end of the Lane have been fighting the ‘redevelopment’ of our homes, which translates as a doubling of the population on site with no additional bedrooms and absolutely no gardens for social tenants. Private investment homes will be built to part-fund the demolition of a stable and friendly community. Although existing tenants have been promised that we can move back onto the estate we’ve actually been offered relocations to Blackbird Leys estate, Reading and places just outside of RBKC [Royal Borough of Kensington and Chelsea] boundaries. It’s as if Dame Shirley Porter never existed...

If you don’t care about local peoples homes being demolished then you’re not concerned about the antiques market being consigned to a sterile Disneyland. You won’t find Portobello Road in Sloane Street. Markets exist where poor people exist because (another difficult concept coming up) markets and poor people depend on each other. When a large chain arrives it upsets the ecology, like building a road through the jungle. When social homes are demolished and replaced with expensive private houses it’s like introducing cane toads to eradicate beetles that are getting in the way of profit: you end up with an invasive species and a pest.   

...RBKC have whetted their appetite on social housing and are now including the market in their plans to create a monoculture. Moving social tenants outside borough boundaries suggests gerrymandering, an entirely illegal policy that is being repeated in Hammersmith and Fulham, Camden, across London. Loving the ambience and diversity of North Ken while taking no part in helping it remain a real place pretty much sums up the attitude of ninnies waxing lyrical over cuddly orangutans and tigers while buying hardwood furniture..." 

For her full article

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Peter Rachman 50 years on

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Shirley Green's definitive 1979 biography

After he died, the rumours grew ever more outlandish. They said that he had a penchant for watching naked lady wrestlers; that he wore hand-stitched crocodile shoes and white sharkskin suits; that he was obsessed with hygiene, demanding that his knives and forks be sterilised. It was even claimed that he had somehow faked his death, and that his purported corpse at Edgware Hospital was that of his 'twin brother'.

A recent Radio 4 documentary marking the 50th anniversary of Peter Rachman's passing on November 29, 1962, did well to strip away many of the myths surrounding the man who in the 1950s presided over a mini-empire of slum properties in Notting Hill. 

While (understandably) relying fairly heavily on Shirley Green's definitive 1979 biography (Rachman, The Slum Landlord whose name became a byword for Evil) Joshua Levine's programme  offered a fascinating and complex portrait of Rachman and the period, and had an impressive cast of interviewees - especially considering how few of the main characters are still alive - including Green, now living in France, Mandy Rice-Davies, former Rachman tenants, and Nicholas Van Hoogstraten. 

The Real Rachman:

Tom Vague, the area's unofficial historian, assisted the programme-makers with their research. Here's his primer on this slice of bygone Notting Hill:

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